[ laughter, cheers and applause ] god needs to watch where he puts his stuff. how about instead of resting on that seventh day, you pick up a little? that's all i'm asking. your job's not done. as we were hitting the deer -- literally, as we were hitting the deer, she goes, "deer!" "where? "the one in my windshield? "see it. yep." i go, "i hope, for your sake, you were dictating a letter." "dear! tommy... "slow down. x-o-x-o." my only regret is i didn't eat the deer -- not on the side of the road, like a barbarian -- but take it to a guy and have it processed, have it turned into deer jerky, deer sausage, deer sandwiches, and eat the crap out of it. you know what i mean? that's the ultimate revenge right there.